2 August 2012
This is a story I wrote ages ago! Its really long but....
Chapter 1.I would hate to live in a big house, with winding stairs and massive bedrooms, therefore it would be good for playing hide and seek. Not that I would because I’m twelve and I think I’ve passed that stage. I don’t fit in with all the girls at school giggling about the hottest boys and the sexiest boy bands (not to mention the X factor and the cutest girl singers). I bet if they found out I don’t want to live in a huge, posh house they’d think me extremely weird. I’m obviously very lucky then. I live in a tiny council flat with my mum (Janet), baby brother (Lucas) and stepdad (Jayden). My stepdad is much more caring and respectful then my real dad who I haven’t seen in years, about 7. I don’t mind though. I hate him. When my mum had nipped to the shops or simply gone to sleep he would make me do painful jobs, forgetting what time it was (the latest time was Midnight!). Eventually, when he said I’d done enough to please him, I clambered into bed and pulled out my paperback edition of Little Women, which I was so absorbed in. I loved my reading, writing and arithmetic but, apart from that, I didn’t really care about my other subjects (especially P.E!). Anyway, I love my stepdad, unlike my real dad. My baby brother, Lucas, gets a pain at times but I know he’s just trying to be cute. I suppose he’s only aged three. Without my mum, I don’t know how I’d survive. You need one word to sum her up. Amazing. I have only got one special friend who lives on the other side of the world in Australia. She’s called Lauren Grace Stewart. She used to live in Cambridge (my current living place) but her parents decided that she couldn’t be brought up well in a street full of drinking and smoking teenagers and council flats. So they jetted off to Australia. There. No more friends for me. I haven’t got any friends at my current school neither, none of them a patch on Lauren. They are all chubby kids who either have parents who have experienced jail or been in trouble with the police themselves. I was happy enough on my own though, talking to special secret paper dolls and writing all my secrets and hopes and dreams in my special secret diary which had a special lock and key. I don’t actually want to be a writer when I grow up. I want to be a Zookeeper and maybe I could write an article about the Zoo every week for the Daily Mail or The Times, I don’t know. Lauren wanted to do exactly the same as me. I never knew she was into animals that much but she still agreed to doing it. That’s just a slice of true friend cake. They would tag along with you and agree with you and everything. Even if they were into something completely different. Its my birthday next week and I’m really excited as I am maybe getting my own phone as everyone in Year 8 has one. I don’t care what brand or make it is, as long as I get a usable phone. Lauren told me she wasn’t aloud a phone until she was in Year 9. Some of the girls in my school have had phones since Year 3! My mum wouldn’t let me though and I think I can understand why. It’s the common girls who had phones in Year 3 and they also wanted to grow up quick and be beauty therapists or get boyfriends and kiss and….euuuugh. I just don’t want to grow up. I don’t understand why they want to get older and go clubbing because I definitely don’t. In fact, I find boys a waste of space. Why did boys have to be invented? Don’t ask, ‘cos I don’t know. Back to my birthday and I am going to be 13, my mum thinks it’s scary. I don’t know how it possibly is. It’s not like when I turn 13 something is going to pop out at her. My baby brother Lucas always gets jealous on other peoples birthdays. I don’t know why. Its probably because he isn’t getting anything. He thinks the world evolves around him which I think is totally unfair. He always gets a special treat on my birthday, but when it’s his I don’t get anything. I know. But oh well. I get most of the attention on my birthday and he gets most of the attention on his birthday. So lets shut up about this subject now. I’m probably boring you with my, at least half hour, lectures on birthdays. I’m known for boring people, even the teachers at school. Because I’m so clever, I bore the teachers with my huge, dragged out explanations. My mum doesn’t care though, she thinks I’m expressing my views in a sophisticated manner. Like I just did then. I’m really good at using formal language. And I’m really good at Literacy. I love writing poems, I might as well be a poet as well as a Zookeeper. I may not have many friends, but I have a good future……. Chapter 2. ‘DINGGG!’, sounded my alarm, as I got out of bed. ‘Get downstairs now!,’ shouted mum, losing her temper with me. ‘I’m so tired’, I groaned, as I flopped onto the floor out of bed. I went downstairs to find Lucas with a terrible nosebleed. ‘Huhh!’I gasped. ‘Well don’t just stand there, gawping, get Jayden out of bed!’ Mum shrieked. I quickly ran upstairs, shouting Jayden. He rubbed his eyes and clambered out of bed. He also gasped as he saw the sight of crimson red blood clotting out of his son’s nose. Eventually, it stopped. I was startled. Its really strange to wake up to clots of blood. I went into the kitchen and poured myself some Cheerio’s. I love them. And I hate Coco Pops. I scoffed them down and had a wash and got dressed. I swung my schoolbag on my shoulder and headed to school. When I got there, I was approached by teachers, who, unfortunately, didn’t look impressed. ‘AMELIA JANE! IT IS HALF PAST TEN AND YOU ARE LATE! VERY LATE!’ I didn’t know I was late. I obviously didn’t look at the clock back at home. I looked at my watch. She was right. It was thirty-one minutes past ten. My mum will not be happy. ‘GET INSIDE NOW! AND APOLIGISE TO YOUR TEACHER!’ Doing as Miss Leach commanded, I entered school, hung my coat and bag up and, nervously, entered the classroom. Everyone was staring at me, including my teacher, Mr Townley, and teaching assistant, Mrs Flounders. But neither of them said a word. They just carried on with the lesson. They obviously couldn’t be bothered to argue with me, so I just sat at my desk and listened, until the wailing bell sounded, indicating Lunch Break. I went out of the classroom and sat on a bench, reading Little Women which I had nearly finished. I could just above my book see the boys exchange disrespectful glances about me. They were the thick ones. Not me. In fact, I was much cleverer then them. They all had to go down to Year 7 for Arithmetic because they found Year 8 maths too hard. Suddenly the bell for Year 8 pack lunches went and I got my lunch bag and ate my peanut butter sandwiches in peace, without any disruptions from the boys. The bell sounded again, indicating the end of lunchtime. I went into the classroom and sat at my desk. Eventually, after double Science, it was the end of the day, and I headed home. When I set foot in the door, I fainted. Mum heard a thud. ‘Amelia, are you ok?’ She questioned. She came to the front door. ‘Oh my God! Jayden! Amelia’s fainted! Call an ambulance!’ Jayden rang the ambulance and I was taken away and I could hear faint nee nors. Mum was in the ambulance with me. I think I could feel her holding my hand. She was talking to me in faint whispers. ‘I love you.’ She said. When we reached the hospital, I was placed in a bed and changed into the smelly hospital clothes. I couldn’t feel the comfort of my comfortable school uniform. I slowly opened one eye and mum hugged me tightly, I felt like I was being suffocated. ‘Where am I?’ Before mum could answer, the doctor came rushing into my ward. ‘I’m afraid, that from our tests, you have been diagnosed with Asthma.’ I gasped.. I’m terribly sorry.’ I couldn’t believe my ears. This was weird. ‘From the tests results, we found out that you have been finding it difficult to breathe. Mum, have you noticed her not breathing well?’ Mum said ‘No, I haven’t.’ ‘Ok but she’ll have to spend the night here and will be able to return home tomorrow.’ ‘I’d better ring school and tell them.’ Cried Mum. She went outside of the hospital and dialled the schools number, whilst I was still in shock. The doctor told me to not worry. He told me I’d be fine. I think I would be fine too. I’d never, in my whole life, had a medical condition. It was so strange……. The next day I woke with a start, I stretched my arms and rubbed my eyes. ‘Yes! I’m going home today!’ I was really jubilant to be leaving the smelly hospital and its, even more pongier clothes. Mum said ‘Hi, how y’ feelin’’, she had spent the night in the uncomfortable chair to the left of my bed. Well, it wasn’t my bed, it was the smelly hospital one. I sighed,’ I’m fine, glad to be coming home.’ Mum was grinning, happily. Suddenly, Jayden and Lucas came parading into my ward, their hands, including Lucas’, both full with presents. They were chanting ‘Happy Birthday’. I forgot, it was my birthday! I beamed as bright as the moon. Lucas carried on with his ‘Wappy Firthday’ song. ‘Happy Birthday, love.’ Said Jayden, taking the presents of f Lucas and placing them on my lap. ‘Don’t just sit there gaping, get stuck in!’ And that is exactly what I did. I picked up a large parcel which was wrapped carefully in purple tissue paper, and tied with silky green ribbon. It looked beautiful. I opened it to find a special Zoo pass for a week and the opportunity to help look after the animals at my local Zoo. I was overwhelmed. ‘Wow! This is amazing!’ I couldn’t believe. Mum was sat in the smelly chair, looking pleased and staring at Jayden as if he was a millionaire. Little Lucas, who wasn’t seeming jealous today, handed me another big present and this time it was a beautiful long, golden, gleaming, glimmering dress, which was floor length. ‘Oh wow!’ I cried, ‘Thank you Lucas!’ Next I opened a parcel to reveal a beautiful golden furry cape and a little gold bow for my hair as well as a silver and gold pendant to place
Happy Ending • Opuss № I